Cranking up his old "REALLY" old computer he went online to CITY A library website and started to search for information about the strange writing on the bottle.
After 2 hours of searching, he found that he was getting extremely frustrated, the language was old, so old in fact that it was considered a dead language. "Oh great worth a lot and I can't even tell what it is." after another 6 hours of searching he stumbled upon a strange website, that gave him clues, as to what the writing on the bottle meant.
As he read through the pages of the website he realized this was going to take more than a few days, hell more than a few weeks, after reading and comparing for hours, he had only deciphered one word! "Damn it, this shit is old" laying down he thought about getting some help but... no he really couldn't afford it. For eight weeks every day after work, he worked at it, finally with the help of the strange site it was beginning to take shape.
Picking up the bottle he brushed it off again (he'd found that it wasn't breakable having dropped it on his tile floor) he wondered what the hell was up with this.
The lines were odd indeed, "never touched never tried innocence shines, unprideful; to be the one to be true, share your soul and all you are." "Ok not sure I get it" but it's got to be a major find sure someone at the museum would want it to show to others.
Sighing again he went to get his coat and started to reach for the bottle "Well kinda gotten used to you being here, working on you every day. god I'll miss you, feel as if I am selling out a friend (if I had any) but if I am right they will be very excited about you," as he touched the bottle there was a blinding flash! the stopper started to move! Jake couldn't speak as he tried to scramble away from it, looking over his body to see if his clothes were on fire he suddenly got light-headed and passed out.
"Sar fe yuntin enlahid yatakin masatar?" John heard.
"Huh? What was that?" As John opened his eyes and looked around he thought he was dreaming "Oh my god!" before him was a gorgeous dark brown-haired goddess! Covered by the thinnest and sheerest material he had ever seen and right now he was getting a huge eye full! Blushing as his 8'' cock started to rise he couldn't help but stare at her breasts, they're perfect, her nipples standing up straight no hint of sag to her at all.
"kay fe yunkin enlahid matakin masatar?" she repeated.
"huh? I can't understand you," John replied.
"Ba acopolu ack fermon daleequa scilent" she said.
John looked down more embarrassed and whispered "I'm so sorry, I just can't understand you" John's head started to feel funny then it cleared and she spoke again.
"OK Master I can understand now," she replied.
"uh... excuse me? MASTER!? what are you talking about and while we're on the subject just "How the hell" did you get in here?" John cried.
"I apologise master I am a jinn I am YOUR jinn now," John thought about it uh huh right? "As for how I got in here, you released me from the bottle or lamp or to me just a prison" she stated.
"Now you say you're mine now? Just what does that exactly mean?" he retorted
"I was created as a tool or toy for the Kaliah's son to use and build up his confidence so he could marry and have an heir, but alas I was never released as the son was wicked and evil wishing nothing but destruction and death to all he could touch," she replied almost whispering.
"So for a very long time I have awaited the touch of a true innocent, someone untouched and willing to learn," she said as a sly then sexy smirk slowly played across her face.
"Untouched? What does that mean?" John said looking shocked at her.
"You are a virgin, aren't you? This is the only way that I could have been released as that was the spell that was placed on the bottle," she stated.